When I fill my mind, with all the ’stuff’
That fills every corner,
I miss out on the endless space
That holds me like a mother.
Encapsulating and embellishing me,
Through the window of the unknown,
Here, my mind makes way
For the vibrance of my soul.
Alive in all it’s purity,
Radiant and clear
When I transition from doing back to being,
I know that healing lays here.
When I drop the identities and silly rubbish
That continues to pervade my mind,
I can’t help but wonder
Who is the ‘I’ that’s left behind?
There comes an occasional moment,
When my mind takes a break.
And in that switch of gears,
I am held by empty space.
I realise then
That I am not what I thought
Nor am I stories
Collected inside me, overwrought
I am flesh and skin
But that does not separate me
From the air that I breathe
Or the ground
That so tenderly
Tickles my feet.
Blood courses through me
As the rivers stream
Effortlessly
On land
Assisted not by a single hand
I was perfect when I came here,
Long, wild, free
Until I swallowed the tales
Of how I should be
How to live in this place,
How to ‘make’ my name
When in fact, doing so,
Creates separation and pain
It is not every man for himself
In this earthly world
We are a collection of love
Scattered among people
To the winds that whirl
To embrace ourselves,
we must accept
Our unity is found within the land
We rest our head
Created through love,
We are one with the stars
Our breath lead by a force
That connects our hearts
We are not lonely soldiers
In unfamiliar land
We live in perfect belonging
To the seas and the sand
When we get quiet enough,
We learn
That we are not our mind
Or any of the experiences
That have been left behind
We are earth and water
Air and fire
Composed within us lay the blueprint
Of life beyond desire
We have not been misplaced
Upon this rock of truth
We came here to uncover
Each one of our roots
Picked by the stem
Until we can see
That what you hold inside
Is also within me
The air between us holds us in space
So we may find our way back to one unified place
One of connection, and not of mistrust
One that acknowledges each tree
Shares a pattern with us
Misshapen and flawed,
But is that the truth?
Or can you recognize
Nature's beauty
Also lives within you?